Friday, April 19, 2013

You are that weird Onion....

Its what I got called a few days ago.
Funny but an apt description of me I guess.
I speak much lesser than what goes on in the top floor of my frail anatomy most often.
Some say am observant. Some call me lost. Some say I pretend. Some say I am mean.
I know am honest. I know I listen.
All the time.
Onions are hard on the outside.
Layered.
With each layer revealing a new side.
Not disappointing. But depending how you unravel each layer.

I am an Onion.

3 comments :

Sheetal said...

I like how u end with accepting that u r one.. :-P

Akshay Brijkrishan said...

Its Dad and his Dad. Not me : )

Sheetal said...

Onions make people cry!